The Fall.

He lands with a thud. Dazed and amazed, he looks around the Berlin wasteland into which he has dropped. He feels a small cut on the back of his head and looks at the blood left on his hand. He approaches a passer-by:

"Is this red?"
"Yes."
"And the pipes?"
"They're yellow."
"And him there?"
"He's grey-blue."
"Him?"
"He's orange . . . ochre."
"Orange or ochre?"
"Ochre."
"Red... yellow...and him?"
"He's green."
"And the bit above the eyes?"
"That's blue."